"A glass of vodka," Sigrdrifa ordered.
Lege was a small village nestled in the Rhodope Valley, with a population of just over two hundred people living there.
The liveliest spot in the village was the tavern built by the river, locally known as "Old Daddy's Tavern". As evening came, it was a favorite spot for all, from the farmers to the hunters in the village, who liked to drop by for a drink.
Today, however, there were many new faces, appearing to be mercenaries. The villagers, seated in small groups at the round tables, stole glances toward the bar where seven or eight foreigners were sitting, whispering amongst themselves.
Besides the squad leader who was male, the rest were all women.
Hmm, they must be nobles from somewhere, with some indeed enjoying being surrounded by beauties like this. As for why they're dressed as mercenaries, that must be a peculiar noble hobby.
